Oh, how one taste will haunt the senses and my dreams,
I fiend the touch of your flesh, A lust which brings us no end.
Dissolution quenched on fleeting hands.

One dip of impure blood has left a bitter taste,
Pending a lust which brings us closer to false heaven.

Oh, how one taste, (one taste), will haunt the senses and my dreams,
I fiend the touch of your flesh,
A lust which brings us no end.
Dissolution quenched on fleeting hands, fleeting hands.
Oh, how one taste, (one taste),
will haunt the senses and my dreams,
I fiend the touch of your flesh,
A lust which brings us no end.
Dissolution quenched on fleeting hands, on fleeting hands